Bai Wanjun is quaint and simple, and has never liked luxury and wealth. She not only dresses in a simple way, but also the decoration of the room can be called simple.
The room where Bai Wanjun's coffin is placed is so simple that not many modern items can be seen.
Bai Twelve sat on the chair next to the coffin, his expression calm and quiet, as if he was spending time with an old friend.
"Time flies so fast." Bai Twelve rubbed the coffin with his fingers, his eyes always staying on Bai Wanjun, who was lying peacefully in the coffin.
The lights danced, making Bai Twelve's face emit an eerie light. Especially the atmosphere in this room was very eerie.
But every night, Bai Twelve would come to the room as scheduled to accompany Bai Wanjun.
For so many years, the two of them would sit together and chat every night. On weekdays, Bai Wanjun would always lead the conversation. On the one hand, he would guide Bai Twelve and on the other hand, he would give Bai Twelve warmth. Now, it is Bai Wanjun who speaks and Bai Wanjun listens. .
Bai Twelve has everything that should belong to him.
Nowadays, both the Han family, the Xue family, and the Chen family, which is slowly withdrawing from the stage of history and has no intention of playing an important role in this drama, are all wary of this unpredictable young man of the Bai family.
Actively provoke.
They didn't dare. Not only were they afraid of the huge power of the Bai family, but they were also afraid of the mysterious organization behind the Bai family.
And all of this is now under the control of Bai Twelve.
It can be said that the current Bai Twelve is incompetent.
But he spends a lot of time every day to accompany Bai Wanjun, who was killed by himself.
contradiction.
It may be very contradictory, but who in this world and the people in this world is not contradictory?
Isn't Ling Hong conflicted? Even though he has no reason to be conflicted now.
Isn’t the old demon of Tianjian contradictory? What about Ye Long?
Lin Ze was also conflicted, so conflicted that he almost fell ill.
Even Lin Tianwang, who is as lonely as an avalanche, is deeply conflicted.
This is a contradictory era. When freedom opens its arms to everyone, it also gives them difficult choices.
"It's been a long wait." Bai Twelve's lips curved with a dull arc, and he smiled at Bai Wanjun inside the coffin, "Wanjun, I'll put on a show and you can enjoy it, okay?"
Bai Wanjun, who was sleeping peacefully in the coffin, did not react, but Bai Twelve's ears seemed to hear that very familiar voice.
"good."
Bai Twelve smiled.
He stood up slowly, put his hands behind his hands and left the room.
…
In the living room, sitting at an oval reception table, there are more than a dozen men with different skin colors and hair colors. The youngest among them is only in his twenties and is from the same era as Lin Ze, while the older ones are Older than Lin Tianwang.
But all of these people looked solemn, smoking cigarettes and thinking deeply.
They come from all over the world, but without exception, they are the most powerful people in the organization and can most influence the situation.
Just say that the middle-aged man on the left who is as black as chocolate is one of the largest unofficial army leaders in South Africa. Not only the European and American authorities have a headache for this middle-aged man, but also the local government troops. fear.
He has been able to develop to this day not only because of his outstanding personal abilities, but also because of the organization's strong network of relationships and huge resources.
To form an army, you need guns and ammunition, sufficient funds, and a favorable development environment.
These are indispensable.
He has it all, the organization can provide him with everything, and the only condition is that he is willing to serve as the organization's thug.
This is a very reasonable transaction. When you have nothing and suddenly someone can give you everything, you always need to sell something, maybe your morality, maybe your soul, maybe, everything.
The middle-aged man is sitting here without any impulse to be arrogant and domineering. Perhaps in his hometown, he has enough say. Even when negotiating with local official representatives, he straightened his back and increased his tone, but Here, he neither dares nor is qualified to do so.
Not to mention anything else, just sitting next to him, the handsome blond guy in his early thirties was not someone he could offend.
If offended, his soldiers may need to use kitchen knives to confront the regular army.
These are small groups of people from different countries, with each person having contact with at most two or three people, waiting harmoniously and quietly in the living room.
Waiting for the president they have never seen before to appear.
They have already guessed the identity of the president. Of course, it's not that they are smart, but that in the current Bai family, who else might be the president.
Bai Twelve.
Creak.
The door was pushed open gently, making a slight friction sound.
Bai Twelve appeared holding a white handkerchief in his left hand. His eyes were filled with calm luster, and his face was full of energy.
"I've kept you guys waiting for a long time." Bai Twelve entered the room with a smile on his face.
The group of people quickly stood up and greeted Bai Twelve in an extremely humble manner.
Respect, awe, and fear.
No one looks down on Bai Twelve because he is not old enough, and no one looks down on him because he is unknown.
There is usually only one result for underestimating one's own leader: getting fired.
These gangsters who live like adults will not let themselves make stupid mistakes.
Just because you don't underestimate it doesn't mean you don't have any concerns.
They have never seen the president who was so skillful back then, but they can be sure that the president who became a global leader more than twenty years ago is definitely not Bai Twelve.
So, is it the old man of the Bai family nicknamed Laoxie?
This doubt was just thrown out of their minds in a flash, and it was also not something they should consider.
What they need to know now is why Bai Twelve summoned him to come to China.
Bai Twelve picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth with a smile on his face: "Everyone, please take a seat."
After hearing this, everyone sat down and stared at Bai Twelve with vague eyes.
This gathering of the organization's management, even though it seemed neither salty nor mild on the surface, was extremely grand in everyone's hearts.
This is the first time that the president of the organization has made an appearance, and it is also a rare occasion for these big figures to share the same stage. No one believes that tonight is just about reminiscing about old times, drinking tea and chatting.
They were waiting for Bai Twelve's next words.
"The shark is dead." Bai Twelve sat quietly on the chair, feeling no aura in his body, and smiled, "Yiyantang also has a big problem, and the cooperation in New York has also encountered great obstacles. It can be said that the current organization is in disarray.”
Everyone felt uncomfortable listening to Bai Twelve's narration.
Yes, Shark Yiyantang is the backbone of the organization, but without them, the organization may not be affected much.
Don’t today’s presidents know how meticulous it is to organize this huge organization?
Even if half of the leaders here are dead, the organization can still operate normally and accomplish the things they want to do and have reason to do.
Bai Twelve's words not only looked down upon the execution ability of the organization, but also looked down upon these leaders.
But no one expressed an opinion, they still listened with humility.
Bai Twelve paused, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "So, the organization needs someone to stand up and officially take over their position."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.
